Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed Well I've seen the hard times and

Ain't funny how time Steals the feeling from a love affair And there's no place to lay the blame 'cos in any case, oh, no one cares Helplessly we just watched it fade away Neither will admit it Are we both aching to say. We, you, I miss the days when we

Sense this urgency So chug this beer with me Get drunk with Charlie Scene 'Cause I ain't tryna get drunk alone So smoke this joint with me Get high off Funny's weed 'Cause I ain't tryna get high alone Six pack in hands Stage dive to the pit

I'm back, did anyone miss me? They said a second record could be tricky Well that's kind of funny 'cause I am not tripping My fans, they know what it is and they with me Yeah, I ain't the type that's gon' ride with the semi I came from a town with three

I just can’t leave love alone Ain’t it funny how love can make you fly Funny how love can make you feel Crush you like a ton of steel Fake you out, make you think it’s real Funny how love can make you feel, yeah Sweetest buzz and the highest high

(maybach music, its deeper than the verse baby, its deeper than the rap). Doing a 150 miles and running, Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunning, Laff about the doe but really ain't nothing funny, Getting rich in a rush, Yeah you know us, We

Am I the only one who wants to have fun tonight? Is there anybody out there who wants to have a cold beer Kick it to the morning light If I have to raise hell all by myself I will but y'all, that ain't right It's time to get it on Well it was Friday in

Don't go crying to your mama Ain't it fun Living in the real world So what are you gonna do Being all alone 'Cause you're on you're own, in the real world 'Cause you're on your own, in the real world When the world don't orbit around you Ain't it good

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none You're back now at the jack-off hour this is DJ, Eazy Dick On W-Balls, right now, something new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys A big bow wow wow, 'cause we gonna

It's a gallon of gas, or a cold six pack One goes in my tank, one comes in a sack But I'll do a lot of walkin' if my motor don't run Makes life complicated when it costs the same Hell it ain't no fun, to do without one It's a tough ol' choice to make if